Chapter 144 Extra · 3
The sky was gloomy before dawn.
The sky before sunrise is a dull purple, and the ancient mountain forests are sleeping quietly in the gauze-like mist.
The sky is quiet at dawn, the small animals in the mountains and forests are also quiet, and the big cats in the bed are also quiet.
Golden light spreads along the window frames of the floor-to-ceiling windows and into the indoor floor. The smooth floor is washed translucent by the early morning sunlight, and the white curtains sway and cast soft shadows.
Before falling asleep, both of them forgot to close the curtains.
When the first ray of sunlight broke into the room, she had already opened her eyes.
The light in the morning was very good. Neither of them thought of closing the curtains last night. Yayoi opened his eyes and saw the white cat with half of his face sunk into the pillow.
Satoru Gojo is a rare time to stay quiet during bedtime, and a sleeping cat is also a rare painting.
Yayoi raised his head slightly, looking past the big cat sleeping outside and landing on the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was eight o'clock in the morning, which was still early.
Satoru Gojo returned to the high school in the early morning. After taking a shower and changing clothes, he quietly walked to the next door, which was her room. Like a cat that moves silently at night, he got in with ease. In her bed, she hugged someone for a few moments and fell asleep openly.
Before getting married, the two of them lived in the teachers' dormitory. They were the only ones living in the entire dormitory. Their rooms were next to each other and they could visit each other at any time. The teachers' dormitory in a college was like a single apartment with one more person squeezed in. People are not a big problem. After getting married, Satoru Gojo basically did not go back to his dormitory and settled in Yayoi's room openly.
Her waist felt a little heavy, so Yayoi moved her arms and touched the hand around her waist.
The sleeping Satoru Gojo is quiet and harmless, as if he is really a big cat with soft fur. His breathing is shallow, his chest rises and falls regularly, and his thick eyelashes create a shallow silhouette under his eyes.
The soft hair is restlessly ridged at the ends, and the hair on the forehead sticks to the ends of the eyes.
Kind of cute, no, very cute.
Yayoi felt itchy in her heart and wanted to pet the cat.
The chirping birds chased me past the window, and the gentle morning light filtered into the room.
Yayoi watched for a long time, then gently lifted her body up from the arms around her waist, tilted her body slightly, and her hair fell off her shoulders, snaked along her back, and fell on the quilt.
She carefully leaned down, stretched out her hand towards her big cat, and carefully pushed the hair away from her face. The morning wind moved the curtains, and the rustling sound lingered in the room. In the gentle sound of the wind, she She lowered her head and kissed his forehead carefully, as if a dragonfly was lightly making ripples on the water.
The Good Morning Kiss achievement is achieved.
Yayoi bent his eyes, and his amber eyes were like the sunlight dancing among the lush branches and leaves.
The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, and the fingers of the hand on her lower back tightened a little unconsciously.
Yayoi paused, "Did I wake you up?"
The big cat in the bed opened its eyes. The light and shadow were floating in the pale blue pupils under the thick eyelashes. The white eyelashes trembled slightly, as if the plum branches covered with frost and snow were trembling.
"No." The big white cat's voice had a strong nasal sound. He closed his eyes again, tightened his hands around Yayoi's waist, and directly hugged Yayoi, "I'm not awake yet."
So you can continue.
"Yayoi is secretly doing bad things behind my back." Satoru Gojo raised his head and rubbed his wife's forehead, and the big white cat purred with satisfaction.
"It's an honest good morning kiss." Yayoi corrected his cat seriously.
The big white cat purred with its eyes closed, showing no intention of getting up.
"Good morning kiss, I want more." Yayoi seemed to see a big purring and coquettish cat.
Yayoi paused, her eyes fell on the face of the cat that was blinking at her, she thought seriously for a while, and finally made up her mind, "The sun is shining on your butt, get up quickly."
Can't kiss.
Her intuition told her that if she followed him, she would never get up on time this morning.
The bright and thin sunlight slanted into the floor of the teacher's dormitory, and the crisp fallen leaves ran into the room in the rustling wind.
A quiet silence fell in the air.
The slightly trembling eyelashes are like lonely plum branches in the snow wind, the clear blue eyes are covered with a thin mist of water, and the tips of the forsythia hair seem to be drooped.
The big white cat was terribly sad.
The invisible arrow hit his heart, Yayoi's conscience was strongly condemned, and his firm belief was crumbling.
Yayoi took a deep breath and looked at the big white cat seriously, with a serious expression, "Just for a moment..."
Before she finished speaking, the hand around her waist was loosened, and one hand was raised and placed on her head. The palm of his hand was against the back of her head and he was gently rubbing it. Her red hair was obediently and docilely rubbed against the warm In the palm of your hand.
Yayoi was stunned for a moment.
The hand holding the back of her head exerted some strength, and warm breath rushed towards her.
The warmth that falls on your lips is soft and warm, with a sweetness that touches your heart and mind.
The second hand on the clock rotated slowly, and the sound of raindrops fell over time. The sunlight illuminated the glass window clearly, and dust floated in the clear and thin sunlight.
The sound of rustling cloth lingered in the air, and the red hair was winding between the quilts, like fine silk.
His breathing became heavy, and his vision suddenly changed. In an instant, the ceiling of the room came into view.
The weight on the body increased, and the sound of the pacing of the heart could be heard through the chest. The nerves tensed instinctively, and the fingers subconsciously closed. After a while, the fabric on Satoru Gojo's shoulders was scratched and wrinkled.
The warm feeling is like ripples on the lake in spring, spreading lazily and warmly.
The folded fingers tightly grasped the fabric in his hand, and the soft quilt held up his long red hair. Yayoi raised his head, and his amber eyes were filled with a thin mist. After losing focus, they became blurred.
The vermilion lips were slightly open, panting slightly, and the lips and tongue were shining brightly.
The generous palms were attached to the slender waist. Through the thin pajamas, the warmth of the other's palms continued to flow in. The palms slid all the way down, and Yayoi's fingers gripping the fabric continued to tighten.
The fingers that were holding the fabric on Satoru Gojo's shoulders slowly loosened, his arms were slightly raised, and his hands were wrapped around Satoru Gojo's neck.
His consciousness sank in the warm frenzy, and he vaguely heard the faint chirping of birds and the slow sound of wind.
The sun slowly climbed up to the foot of the mountain, and the clear chirping of birds echoed in the semicircular sky that enveloped the mountain forest, and the sunlight seemed to be still.
Half of his face was buried in the pillow, and the cold green pine mixed with the sweet smell like frosting penetrated into his nose. Yayoi opened his eyes and stared at the bathroom door without blinking, lying between the quilts like a red line. Salted fish.
The amber eyes rolled and fell on the alarm clock beside the bed.
The black second hand was still spinning, making a ticking sound as it turned.
Yayoi tilted his head and buried his face into the pillow.
——It ended up being noon again.
When Satoru Gojo came out of the bathroom, he saw his wife who was hiding in bed with her head buried in the bed like an ostrich. He felt itchy and walked around the furniture in front of him, all the way around to the bed, and dug her out of the bed.
Touch the waist with the palm of the hand, and slowly massage the side with the palm of the hand.
Feeling sticky on his body, Yayoi moved his waist, and a sore feeling wrapped around his waist like a snake.
She tilted her head, buried her face in Satoru Gojo's chest and continued to shut up.
"It's very late." Satoru Gojo lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
Yayoi puffed up her cheeks and looked at him with her amber eyes without blinking, like a cat that became angry and bored. Satoru Gojo felt so hot that he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her eyes.
Yayoi groaned, "I'm going to get up."
"Wait a minute." Satoru Gojo hugged the person and refused to let go. Like a big cat addicted to catnip, he hugged the person and rubbed him hard.
After being sticky for a long time, the man let her go and asked her to get up and wash up.
The two of them originally planned to go back to Gojo's house together. According to the original plan, they could return to their home during the day. However, due to Satoru Gojo's actions, they delayed their departure until noon and arrived in Kamikyo District near evening.
Satoru Gojo's hometown, the Gojo family, is located in Kyoto. The ancient and prosperous ancient capital gathers a large number of families of magicians, and is called the 'Holy Land of Magic' by insiders.
The area where the Gojo family is located is far away from the bustling city. It is located in Kamigyo District, Kyoto City, Kyoto Prefecture. The Kamogawa River is like a long silk, flowing slowly along the east side. It worships Sugawara Michizane, the god of learning and the ancestor of the Gojo family, at the Kitano Tenmangu Shrine. Located in this area, it is said that during the Plum Blossom Festival on February 25th every year, red and white plum blossoms are enshrined in front of Kitano Tenmangu Shrine and a tea party is held to celebrate the whole day.
It is said that the plum trees in Kamigyo Ward are very beautiful.
"Are the plum blossoms beautiful?"
The tram slid smoothly along the rails into the distance. Female high school students in uniforms, office workers carrying briefcases, and passengers carrying backpacks were crowded together in the shaking carriage, like people in a can. sardine.
Satoru Gojo thought for a while, took Yayoi's hand, and walked through the crowded crowd to the corner. He pushed Yayoi into the corner and blocked the crowd.
It's a bit cold in Kyoto in December, and Satoru Gojo's hands are also a bit cold.
Rubbing her husband's thumb with her thumb pad a few times, Yayoi thought for a moment and put Satoru Gojo's hand into his pocket, and put his own hand in his pocket as well. The style of the high school uniform is loose, Satoru Gojo His hands were much larger than hers, and when they were put together, the pockets were filled to the brim.
Satoru Gojo paused, leaning down slightly, resting his chin on Yayoi's hair for a few times, and the sweet smell of citrus penetrated his nose.
"It's beautiful," Satoru Gojo said softly, "but it's boring."
The colder the weather, the more beautiful the plum blossoms bloom. Ancient temples stand in layers among the mist-like plum blossoms. He is always outside the crowd, looking down at these proud and cool plum blossoms from a distance. Looking down at the crowd singing and dancing in the plum blossoms.
These eyes that seem to see everything are feared and kept at a distance.
Human hearts are filled with ugly things that they don’t want others to see, so they are naturally afraid of letting these eyes see it. This child is too transparent, and his eyes are too magical, as if he can see through everything. Existence is like a mirror. People don't want to see their ugly self reflected in the mirror, so they deceive themselves and choose to stay away from it.
Later he put on sunglasses and blindfolded his eyes, and it was still the same.
These eyes were respected by others, and the owner of these eyes was still feared.
The warmth in the palm of my hand continued to spread, and the unhappiness that spread in my heart dissipated a little.
He looked out the window. The river running through Kyoto looked like a beautiful ribbon, with traditional Japanese roofs dotted on both sides of the ribbon.
The plum blossoms haven't bloomed yet.
"Yayoi, let's go see the plum blossoms, shall we?" The voice was soft, with a long ending, and was as sweet as frosting.
"Okay, I'll prepare snacks."
Yayoi tilted his head and put his ear against his chest, listening to the rising and falling heartbeat in the noisy crowd.
Satoru Gojo held his wife in his arms contentedly.
…
It was almost evening when we returned to Gojo's house.
Yayoi thinks that the people of the Gojo family are very strange. Just in terms of their attitude towards Satoru Gojo's marriage, the whole family's expressions were full of shock when they saw the wife of their family being led back by the family leader. .
Yayoi's sharp ears heard the maid's muttering in the distance.
"The head of the family is finally willing to get married."
"Yes, when the news came back some time ago, the elders almost cried."
"But does it really not matter about the personality of the head of the household, or the madam..."
Yayoi: "..."
Your master is still here.
Yayoi gently squeezed Satoru Gojo's palm. Satoru Gojo blinked and looked at her innocently.
Compared with the other two families, because of Satoru Gojo's relationship, the Gojo family does not follow the traditional style of the Gosan family in terms of rules. The rules in the family are much looser, and the maids and attendants are also bolder. At least in the other two families, no maid dares to He looked at the wife of the head of the family with curious eyes.
The little maid who was arranged next to her was called Chun. Chun's nickname was camellia. This flower bloomed in spring, and the little maid was as energetic as a flower blooming in spring.
Children of this age should still be in school.
"It's still vacation." The little girl kept talking while helping her arrange her kimono, her dark eyes bright, "I will go back to school after the vacation."
According to her, her parents did not want her long ago because she had no magic skills and could not see the magic spirit. Her parents said she would only hold her back. Satoru Gojo sent her to an ordinary school in Kyoto as the head of the family. He provided her with a sum of money to study in the name of his wife. During the holidays, she would go back to Gojo's house and do chores at home, and she would be paid accordingly.
There is no magic technique and no magic spirit can be seen. Before Satoru Gojo, such a little girl would just die in Gojo's house for the rest of her life, being a maid, or being left to someone else to be a concubine.
Satoru Gojo sent her to study in an ordinary school, and gave her a job as a part-time job. She regarded this job as an important part-time job, and the reward she received was just pocket money, so she could buy the skirts and skirts she liked. She has a beautiful hair card and favorite books. Recently, she is saving a sum of money to go to Europe because she wants to study abroad and may become a doctor in the future.
"Does it feel hard?" Yayoi touched the little girl's hair, which was soft and black.
"It's not hard." The little girl smiled brightly, as bright as the cherry blossoms blooming in spring, "The master of the house is a good person."
Satoru Gojo searched for these people who had no magic skills in the entire Gojo family. He sent the young children directly to ordinary schools and provided them with a sum of money, enough to allow them to complete compulsory education. Those who are older and have passed the schooling age can choose to go to "Window" or work as ordinary people. In the future, it is their choice whether to stay in the magic world or go elsewhere.
Where they stay, where their future is, and what choices they make for themselves are all up to them.
Yayoi suddenly remembered what Satoru Gojo said, depriving young people of their youth is unforgivable, and a smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously.
"Although he is a good person, his character is really bad." The little girl frowned.
Yayoi: "..."
Chun babbled and adjusted Yayoi's wide belt, "I thought he could only be a bachelor in this life, but I didn't expect that someone would dare to ask for him... ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I said the wrong thing! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Although the head of the family's He has a very bad personality, but the owner is very gentle. He is a perfect person except for his personality! Madam, you will definitely not lose out by marrying him!"
Realizing that she had said something wrong, the little girl apologized profusely and tried her best to portray Satoru Gojo as a good man. Yayoi gave her two lollipops as a small thank you gift.
Chun was very happy to receive the thank you gift, and jumped away with the lollipop in her arms like a baby.
Yayoi watched the little girl leave the Japanese room jumping up and down.
The moon is like a jade stone that has been carefully polished by a jade carver. It hangs far away on the roof of the ancient temple, its black branches trembling in the dark night wind.
The kimono Tsubaki brought her was an erotic sleeve, with bright red plum branches printed on the soft fabric.
Yayoi is not used to wearing kimono. On the one hand, she doesn’t wear it very much. The first time she remembers wearing a kimono was when she was very young. She still lived in Sumida, Tokyo. She wore one at the summer fireworks festival. The kimono was covered with little goldfish. On the other hand, she always felt that such delicate and elegant clothes did not match her.
Yayoi carefully picked up the hem of his kimono and walked out.
The mercury-like moonlight poured onto the floor along the grooves of the eaves tiles. After the branches and leaves were removed, the branches were slender and lonely, and even the shadows hitting the ground were slender.
She stepped on the outdoor floor with bare feet. The cleaning maid wiped the floor clean. She could even see the blurry reflection of the moon on it.
She walked unsteadily, fearing that she would wrinkle the kimono that Chun had finally arranged for her.
The shadow of a person was reflected in the field of vision, and a hand firmly supported her waist.
The person holding her moved calmly and powerfully. She subconsciously held on to the arm, raised her eyelids, and her eyes fell on the silver-white hair curled up in the moonlight. Every strand of hair in the moonlight was soft and translucent, and the color was blue. There is light flowing in the pupils of the eyes.
Yayoi was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face subconsciously, "You're back."
Satoru Gojo put his arm around her waist and looked her up and down.
The person in his arms looked like a soft cat, exuding a sweet citrus smell from the inside out. The red hair was tied up and fixed with a plum blossom-style hairpin, revealing the slender and white back of the neck.
The long and thick eyelashes moved, and when they drooped slightly, the shadow fell into the pale blue pupils.
"I'm back." Satoru Gojo hugged the person and rubbed him a few times. "The clothes are very nice."
"Chun helped me get it." Yayoi rolled his eyes.
She stood on tiptoes, and Satoru Gojo, who took care of his wife's height, very considerately held her knees and picked her up from the ground.
After being picked up, Yayoi subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, experiencing the altitude of a tall man and feeling that her field of vision was much wider.
Satoru Gojo remembers Tsubaki, the child who was still optimistic even after being abandoned by her parents. She went to an ordinary school and tried to live an ordinary life, mainly because she liked to talk non-stop and had a mouth that was not afraid of anything. It left a deep impression on Satoru Gojo, who dreams of becoming a doctor.
"She said a little bit about you." Yayoi said.
Satoru Gojo's brows twitched, "Is it a bad word?"
I have the impression that this girl is very courageous.
Yayoi didn't answer him, just smiled, shaking his head and smiling, with a smile on his lips, like warm ripples on the surface of a lake.
"I think it's okay to say bad things." She smiled, "You are a gentle cat."
The pool water in the courtyard dizzy with the silver-white moonlight, and the soft sleeves swept across the skin on the back of the hand, as if they were swept from the bottom of the heart.
It seemed like a long time passed before the stagnant vocal cord production function was restarted.
"I am only gentle to you."
He bent his eyes like a squinting feline, his pale blue eyes shining with dazzling light. The warm breath fell on her ears, bringing with it a warm and dense itch.
Satoru Gojo raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, rubbed his teeth gently on the soft ears, and rubbed his lips and tongue against the auricles.
A numbing feeling spread from his ears to his whole body, and Yayoi subconsciously tightened the hand holding his neck.
Yayoi's lips trembled slightly, "Tsubaki finally arranged my clothes."
"It's okay, I'll sort it out for you." Satoru Gojo whispered against her ear, his breath hot.
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Today’s news from #Gojo’s family, the owner of the house brought his wife home! ! #
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